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Monday, June 17, 2013

Broken Prince Blog Tour {review}

{about the book}

Sometimes, when you're broken, you can
heal on your own. Sometimes, you need the help of your friends, your
family, and the people you love. Keeping those pieces together when
the world seems intent on ripping you apart is the greatest challenge
of all. Especially when the ones you love, the ones who hold you
together, start falling apart themselves.

Arowyn and her
family continue on their journey to return the Elven Prince, Shael,
to his homeland before he fades and dies. A journey full of triumph
and horror, love and sorrow, rips them apart with every fighting
moment, and yet brings them together as a family. They don’t allow
the prophecy to rule their lives. Some don’t believe, some don’t
care. Prophecies aren’t written in stone. Events can change.
People can change. They are only words. From besieged cites, to the
elusive Were and wild Fey, nothing quite prepares them to face their
deadliest of enemies, one they didn't know existed.

Her eyes locked on Damon’s
face as he regarded her thoughtfully. His hand came up and she
flinched as it rested on the top of her head. No pain came. She
felt…nothing. If he tried to speak to her, she couldn’t hear him.

"No," he said finally.
"There has been damage to the brain. There is bleeding and
swelling inside."

Prince’s cry startled her,
almost as much as the sudden clutching of his arms around her. "Can
you do anything," he choked out. "Please, I am responsible.
I can not…I will pay–"

Damon chuckled. "It is not
your life that needs saving." He stared at Prince for a long
moment. "I see." He shook his head. "Perhaps I was
wrong and she isn’t the one. I read so few pages of the book."
He turned to Kei.

"No," the Fey said. "I
don’t remember."

"Pity."

"Dragos, I beg of you,"
Prince began again.

"The Elven prince begs, and
for a human. How very far you have fallen." He looked down at
her again.

Blinking up at him, she tried to
get her scattered thoughts to work. She’d barely comprehended what
he’d said past the inference she was dying. The words sent an icy
chill through her body. Terror crawled through her, speeding her
heart. Sweat broke out on her forehead and all she could hear was her
increasingly frantic breathing.Kei startled her, leaning
forward over her to press a kiss to her forehead. She tilted her head
back, trying to see him.

"I’m with you."

Damon’s fingers brushes her
cheek, drawing her attention back to him. "Do you wish to live,
young Arowyn?"

Words refused to pass her lips.
Somehow she managed to nod. She didn’t know what the cost would be,
certainly there would be one. Right then, she didn’t care. Rot it
all, she wanted to live!

"Very well." He
regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. "Dragos rarely heal
others. I do know the magic, but it is difficult. Your story has
barely begun. I find I would actually attempt it, just to see what
you might become and how it will unfold."

He sat back and gestured to the
pile of furs next to him. "Lay her down. This will take some
time and I’ll need no distractions."

Prince carefully set her amongst
the furs, arranging her arms so her hands rested on her chest,
tucking stray locks of hair behind her ears. Leaning forward, he
rested his forehead for a moment against hers.

"Get well, Arowyn."

Bo appeared next, smoothing the
hair back on the top of her head and squeezing one of her hands. "You
can do this, pup."

Garen pressed his wet nose
against her temple. If he spoke, she didn’t hear him.

Kei pushed the wolf aside and
took her face in his hands. His eyes glowed with that strange orange
inner light. Tears streaked down his cheeks. Despite the awkward
position he leaned down and held her close for a moment. "Remember
our promises," he whispered in her. "I’m always with
you." He choked on a sob and squeezed her tightly again. "I
love you," he whispered fiercely before quickly pulling away.She wished she could speak. More
than anything, she wanted to tell him she loved him, too. She wanted
to tell all of them she did. Tears filled her eyes and slid down her
face.

Damon knelt beside her and
turned her head to look at him. "I will do what I can," he
said. "However I can’t guarantee it will work. I have never
tried to heal a human before. Understand?"

She managed a faint nod and
pressed her quivering lips together.He glanced up and gestured the
others away. "Stand back and be silent." His eyes found
hers again. "Don’t fight me this time, little one. Fall into
my eyes…"

Blinking once more to clear the
tears away, she tried to do as he asked. Damon’s eyes were strange
enough she found it not difficult to stare. They had vertical slits
and no whites at all. The iridescent color was a wash of blue-green
with streaks of gold and red. The colors began to swirl, making her
dizzy as she tried to watch them. A comforting thrum emanated from
his chest, soothing her as his power wrapped around her. Her thoughts
drifted into nothing.

{about the author}

Jen Wylie resides in rural Ontario,
Canada with her two boys, Australian shepherd and a
disagreeable amount of wildlife. In a cosmic twist of fate she
dislikes the snow and cold.

Before settling
down to raise a family, she attained a BA from Queens University and
worked in retail and sales.
Thanks to her
mother she acquired a love of books at an early age and began writing
in public school. She constantly has stories floating around in her
head, and finds it amazing most people don’t. Jennifer writes
various forms of fantasy, both novels and short stories.

{my thoughts}This book was amazing! It felt so real! As I was reading I felt as if I were a part of it! Crazy weird, huh? The characters felt more like friends than just some fictional character I was reading about. I loved it! I fell into the book and didn't come up for air til it was done. Absolutely a must read!